Little white feathers, Filling the air, How come your there? We come from the clouds-birds, Sailing so high, They"re shaking their white wings, Up in the sky. Little white feathers, how soft you go. Little white snowflakes, How I love you so!
agree, the gentility of snowflakes can not be compared to anything else nor the blanketing beauty they leave on a landscape
agree, the gentility of snowflakes can not be compared to anything else nor the blanketing beauty they leave on a landscape